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The dragons were dead.
The blood of the dragon ran thin.
But in the veins of Daena Blackfyre, the fire never went out.
An exile with the scent of Eastern Cities on her skin and the shroud of a fallen rebellion in her shadow, Daena has spent a lifetime turning her scars into a suit of armour. Yet, she does not return to Westeros to claim a throne, but to harvest a debt.
She is a woman of mystery, whispers and secrecy. A mistress of compacts and blood rites. She is an unseen spider in a world of loud men, a weaver of fates.
In a world of loud men, she is the silent architect of ruin, a weaver of fates who knows that the world is merely a web and will is the hand that pulls the strings.
And the will of the Gods must be followed.
But even a weaver can be ensnared.
In Prince Aerion Targaryen, she finds her mirror and her match, a man of wildfire and madness who seeks to own the very shadow that haunts him.
He is the entitlement she despises and the fire she craves.
Bound first by blood and courtly nearness and later by something far more perilous, their fates coil together like twin strands of smoke.
A match that threatens to incinerate both West and East.
A flame that will consume the very line of succession.
A flame perfect to burn the woods and pave the path for The One to walk.
A longggggggg slow-burn with loads of political drama!!!